She finished up, then dried and pulled the clean shirt on. With the evidence removed, she felt better, as though it had never happened.

In the main room, she found Brandle at a table decorated with deer skulls and empty bottles, flipping through a book.

"What's that?"

He offered a crooked grin. "A guest book, it seems. As the station attendant intimated, this was a hotel of sorts."

"More like a hunting lodge." She nodded to a collection of taxidermy ...